The Sixth Entry, Accompanying the Capital Chongqing, November 1940.

When you were young, you were fascinated by airplanes, just like your father. Once you got inside, you would forget everything else. Nian Qing smiled slightly, "Zhong Heng once said he wanted to train you to be the youngest female pilot... If I hadn't stopped him, he might have actually fulfilled his wish."

That tiny island full of colonial charm, although not bustling and prosperous, has parents' friends, Uncle Meng and Aunt Bei, Uncle Xue and Aunt Yan also have a home in Hong Kong, Uncle Xu and Aunt Shu often come as well, of course, there is also Uncle Gao and his extremely annoying son. They greatly respect their father, always humbly addressing him as "Sir," and their mother as "Madam." The aunts always love being with their mother. Everyone treats her as a precious gem, cherishing her in every way. There are not many childhood companions, only Minyan and Gaoyanfei, that little rascal. Uncle Meng's children are numerous and noisy, and the youngest is too small, only capable of crying... They greatly respect their father, always humbly addressing him as "Sir," and their mother as "Madam." The aunts always love being with their mother. Everyone treats her as a precious gem, cherishing her in every way. There are not many childhood companions, only Minyan and Gaoyanfei, that little rascal. Uncle Meng's children are numerous and noisy, and the youngest is too small, only capable of crying... Perhaps that was the most beautiful day of her life, and also the most peaceful and tranquil day for her parents.

However, my mother said to my father, "The country, the nation, is always there, just like home. Wherever you are, that's where your home is."

Thus, the heavens and the earth were overturned, and everything changed.

However, the mother resolutely refused to accompany her. She rejected Aunt Bei's earnest persuasion. After more than ten years of separation from her homeland, she finally returned to China during the most brutal period of the war. She abandoned past grievances, aligned herself with the government, and shared the fate of the nation. After discussing with Uncle Xue, she handed over the military factory that had been the result of years of effort by Uncle Xue and her father to the government, and then went into hiding with Uncle Xue in Chongqing.

However, when the frightened people walked out of the mountain air-raid shelter, they were all stunned by the scene in front of them.

Now I understand that perhaps heaven was the kindest to him, allowing him to end his life in such a magnificent and vast place before the war even began, letting him fly so high and far without any restraints, even holding death in his own hands... It was also in that year, just as he left, that the war began." Her voice became lower and lower, like a murmur. "I often wonder if heaven couldn't bear to let him see his country bleed and suffer, so it took him away early."

The childish words made Nianqing, Linlin, and Xue Jinming, who were in the darkness, all smile.

Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet shook violently, stronger than any explosion. It felt as if the entire house could collapse at any moment.

No one expected that he would choose to leave in this way.

My father fell in love with the blue sky, shifting his gaze completely from the battlefield where he had dominated in the first half of his life to this broader sky realm.

He never mentions politics, avoids military topics, and focuses solely on mechanics.

Countless Chinese people never imagined that the Nationalist government and army would be so weak, and that the Japanese army would sweep through half of China within a year. The two ancient capitals of Beijing and Nanjing fell one after another, and Shanghai finally fell as well.

All of this, that person can no longer see.

When traveling in Europe that year, my mother was fascinated by humanities and arts, while he only visited factories and shipyards, deeply infatuated with machinery.

I'm not afraid!'' The child shouted loudly, ''When I grow up, I will shoot down all the airplanes!''

They always refute their mother's doubts together, helping each other like two big children, secretly going for test flights.

Perhaps no one knows the name of Xue Jinming, but no one is unaware of those assassination events that shook both inside and outside - those bloody names of assassination, from high-ranking Japanese military officers to defected officials, which were a terror that made their hearts tremble.

The bomb obviously fell in a place very close to here.

Xue Jinming couldn't bear to listen anymore. He tightly hugged her and forbade her from making such a desperate laughter again.

A police officer intended to enter this courtyard for inspection, but was stopped by Xue Jinming's security guards. After learning that it was the residence of Director Xue's family, the officer quickly apologized and left, instructing his subordinates not to disturb.

Her body trembled slightly in the crook of her arm.

From that day on, my father never came back, and my mother's most beautiful smile never appeared again.

In the deafening sound of the explosion, the entire earth was shaken. Even in the damp basement, one could still feel the trembling of the ground and the scorching heat brought by the explosion. The pungent smell of gunpowder was suffocating.

Scattered parts burning and scattered all over the ground during the crash. The window of Mrs. Second Floor's room was broken, fortunately the house did not catch fire, only thick smoke billowed out from the broken window.

He was so obsessed with machinery that he devoted his whole body and mind to the military factory he and Uncle Xue built. He even bought a plane from Germany specifically, and personally dismantled and reassembled it, repeatedly. He spent day and night mingling with the mechanics... Whenever mother took her to see father, he always had oil stains all over his body, walking over in big strides to pick her up, with one hand embracing mother, proudly showing off his new achievements like a child.

Lín lín was startled and exclaimed, "Mom! Why are you still awake? You scared me to death!"

Nianqing shook his head and smiled, "I'm fine, there's not a single thing wrong with me."

During the years after the Minggu incident, she traveled around the world with her parents, visiting Europe, and unconsciously grew into a young girl. The memories of her childhood in Minggu have already faded away, and the pain of losing her older brother and sister-in-law has faded from her heart. Even the black leopard and the fire of that night have become blurry images, after all, she was not even four years old at that time. Finally, her father grew tired of wandering and decided to return to Hong Kong. The memories of her childhood in Minggu have already faded away, and the pain of losing her older brother and sister-in-law has faded from her heart. Even the black leopard and the fire of that night have become blurry images, after all, she was not even four years old at that time. Finally, her father grew tired of wandering and decided to return to Hong Kong.

Perhaps it is the most satisfying way for him.

I'm fine. Nian Qing seemed to wake up from a nightmare, her voice hoarse, but her expression quickly returned to normal. She bent down and took the hand of the little one, slowly walking back to the house, calmly instructing the servants to inspect every corner of the house and prepare candles for lighting.

"What?" he asked, bowing his head.

Looking at her mother's smile, Lingling couldn't help but shed tears.

As she never imagined, her god-like father, towering and standing tall, disappeared from the world in the blink of an eye.

He said, China has its own domestically produced aircraft, but they are not good enough and cannot be used for combat.

Therefore, they settled their family in Hong Kong, which is located close to their homeland - Hong Kong, which was taken from the Qing Dynasty by the British. Father said that this is also China and will eventually belong to China again.

That year's spring, the sky was azure.

Tonight's nighttime air raid came particularly fierce, with Japanese warplanes circling for a long time. Ground artillery began to counterattack, and the sound of explosions could be heard continuously from near and far, causing the ground to tremble incessantly.

At that time, no matter how the outside world was in turmoil, even if the war clouds swept from Europe to Asia, the whole world was in fear and turmoil—yet in the half-mountain mansion in Hong Kong, her father, mother, and she remained the three most loving people in the world. In her memory, every day was still filled with bright sunshine.

The overwhelmed British have long abandoned resistance, while the floating city of Hong Kong is engulfed in fear day and night.

They finally bought the factory building, and personally renovated it with an incredible passion for the massive steel monster.

She's fine. She was just choked by dust a moment ago. Xue Jinming answered for her, groping in the darkness to find her hand tightly covering her lips, caressing her face, and holding her tightly regardless of everything. She buried her head in his chest, trembling more violently than the ground during a bombing, but remained silent.

Linlin turned her face away, held back her emotions, but still felt a lump in her throat. "Mom," she stretched out her arms and hugged her mother, tears welling up, "It has been three years. If Dad sees you like this from heaven, he will be worried."

An airplane crashed into the woods in front of the yard, causing a large area of the woods to be burned.

He said, even if he could never set foot on his homeland as Huo Zhongheng in his entire life, he still wanted to return to the nearest place from home.

On a sunny morning, the father boarded the newly renovated airplane with great enthusiasm and insisted on personally test flying it.

The best of everything, also comes to an abrupt end at this moment, suddenly drawing to a close.

Aunt Shu participated in the military officers' charity performance organized by the officers' wives, and personally went to the front line to visit and comfort the soldiers.

The power is out, there is no light in the basement. In the darkness, only the sound of Sihang coughing can be heard. It seems that he was choked by the dust falling from the ceiling. Nianqing leaned over and groped, wanting to bring him closer and asked, "Linlin, what happened to Sihang?"

A factory hidden in the rugged mountains of the southwest, unafraid of bombings, operates day and night without stopping. Despite outdated technology and scarce resources, no one has ever wanted to give up.

There is no one mentioning the name Huo Lin anymore. Now, she has taken her mother's surname and changed her name to Shen Lin.

She is unwilling to mention her name to anyone, unwilling to let the world know the secret of her father's disappearance, and even more unwilling for the long-forgotten stories of Minggu to be remembered again. Foreigners have all believed that she is the niece of Uncle Xue's widow. In the current chaotic world, no one is investigating the origin of the mother and daughter.

Linlin was so happy that she jumped up, and immediately wanted to follow Uncle Xue to check it out. However, when she turned her head, she saw her mother's pale face, staring firmly at the burning wreckage of the plane, with no trace of color on her lips.

Linlin lowered her head and said, "No, I'm just curious."

A pair of talented individuals in their prime, ultimately leaving behind worldly affairs and retiring together. Despite being far away from the ever-changing world, they never forget their country's troubles. The man accompanied her on a journey through Europe for several years, then returned to Hong Kong, never mentioning military or politics, but devoting himself to the military industry. He spared no effort, investing a fortune, and together they donated and gathered resources, finally establishing the long-awaited arms factory. From components to crucial engines, from ordinary ammunition production to self-made aircraft parts assembly... Now, the factory and its mechanics, supported solely by them, have been transferred to the remote southwest, handed over to the government, becoming one of the lifelines of the national military industry. The entire southeast coast has fallen, ports blocked by the Japanese. The only lifeline for China is the Yunnan-Burma route, where international aid supplies struggle to enter the southwest hinterland like ants. A drop in the bucket, unable to extinguish the nearby fire. The Chinese can only rely on themselves. The entire southeast coast has fallen, ports blocked by the Japanese. The only lifeline for China is the Yunnan-Burma route, where international aid supplies struggle to enter the southwest hinterland like ants. A drop in the bucket, unable to extinguish the nearby fire. The Chinese can only rely on themselves.

Come back.

Linlin and Xingxing screamed in shock. Nianqing and Xue Jinming almost simultaneously blurted out, "Plane crash!"

Such a young child, yet able to utter such words... Even if it is for the sake of these children, what hardships cannot be endured. Her voice was desolate, striking the most tender chord in his heart, causing him to involuntarily tighten his grip on her icy hand. "You must persevere, we all must persevere."

Men stand tall, defending the nation with their lives, and women are not delicate flowers in the chaos of war.

Xue Jinming remained silent, with her hand icy cold in the palm of his.

The servants were stunned and dared not approach the plane, only Xue Jinming's accompanying guards rushed over.

He said, if China cannot have a sufficient number of strong enough aircraft, it will suffer greatly in future wars.

Xue Jinming couldn't say anything, his heart was churning like the tide, but he just held her hand tightly. He knew better than anyone the suffering she had endured. The pain hidden in her heart had already exceeded the limit of sadness that an ordinary person could accumulate in a lifetime. Even he had thought she would collapse... but she didn't, never. Not only did she not let herself fall, she also opened her arms to protect others.

Xue Jinming held her tightly, listening to the roaring plane passing by, unsure whether her heart was filled with joy or sorrow.

Come here. Nie Qing propped herself up and sat up, her hair softly falling down from one shoulder, flowing like a waterfall onto her white nightgown. Moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains, casting light on half of her face, her skin resembling jade, with alternating brightness and darkness, softness and coldness.

The Nationalist Government announced that Chongqing would be the wartime capital, and all the vital military and political operations were relocated to the southwest rear area.

When her father passed away, she was already fourteen years old, and she clearly remembered the tumultuous year.

His heart tightened.

After the tremor, the bombing seemed to have stopped. The roar of the planes gradually faded away, and the sharp alarm that had accompanied the bombing also ceased.

She smiled with a tinge of sadness and said, "I can do it. I promised you that I will live until the day my hair turns white, watch our children grow up with my own eyes, and witness Zhongheng's dream come true."

He is no longer the mighty general who once dominated the world, nor is he the influential politician who used to manipulate the political arena.

"Take it slow here with me, no rush," said Linlin in a calm and gentle voice.

Uncle Xu, as a soldier, naturally has to coexist and perish with his country. He led his troops to fight in the southwest, shedding blood for thousands of miles, vowing to protect the last line of defense in the rear. Uncle Xue, as a senior intelligence officer, will not fight on the front lines like Uncle Xu. His mission is to become a shadow in the dark night, infiltrate the heart of the enemy and puppet, gather intelligence, plan assassinations, and become the punisher that makes the Japanese puppet government tremble and the nightmare of traitors.

A Japanese aircraft crashed, attracting military and police investigation. The area outside the house remained bustling with activity until late at night.

Mother!" Linlin went over and supported her, blocking her from seeing the burning wreckage.

As you raised your hand to cover your lips, you desperately concealed the pain of the dagger piercing your heart, and suppressed the laughter that turned into a choking sob in your throat.

That was the year 1937, a year that no Chinese person can forget, and a year that left a deep impression on her and her mother.

He said, "The hegemon in the current war is this massive steel giant."

He soared into the sky under the gaze of his wife and mother, like a roc spreading its wings, soaring above the boundless sea, flying farther and higher. Just as he was about to disappear from their sight, suddenly, the plane rushed towards the meeting point of the sea and sky at an unbelievable speed. It was as if he had turned into the ancient bird Jingwei filling the sea, and as if he had become the mythological figure Kuafu chasing the sun. From then on, the father never returned to the mortal world.

Linlin got up from the bed quietly, glanced at the window, and found that the Japanese plane had been removed. She felt a little regretful in her heart - she hadn't had a chance to take a look. Looking back at the bed, her mother seemed to be sleeping soundly - her room's window was destroyed. She decided to sleep with her tonight. Now she was sleeping soundly... Linlin put on her shoes, quietly sneaked to the door, planning to go and see the crash site before dawn.

She suddenly felt that her mother's beauty seemed to belong to another world. Linlin obediently walked over, sat down by the bedside, and smiled at her mother, saying, "I just wanted to take a look. Mom, don't be angry, I won't go if you don't want me to." Her mother didn't seem upset either, just gazed at her deeply for a while, gently stroked her hair, and asked, "Are you very interested in airplanes?"

Xue Jinming held Nian Qing in his arms, but he heard her let out a sigh.

Xue Jinming held the slender and cool hand in the palm of his hand. In a trance, he didn't feel like he was protecting her, but rather, she was supporting him with her unwavering hope and courage, giving him endless warmth to rely on.

He once again ignited the youthful passion and impulse, repeatedly disregarding personal safety and charging into that boundless deep blue.

Uncle Meng and his family, who have a grand mansion and young children, had to bid a tearful farewell to their homeland and seek refuge in the United States.

Not bad, it's our plane. Xue Jinming had already recognized it. Amidst the roar of the American fighter jets taking off to intercept, there was also the sound of Chinese-made fighter jets, which was extremely familiar to him.

Linlin on the other side of the basement also heard her laughter and asked in surprise, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Jin Ming, listen. Nian Qing concentrated and listened, and what came through the air was the sound of a different engine roaring, which was the sound of our fighter jet taking off. "It's our plane intercepting the Japanese!"

Before my hand even touched the doorknob, I heard my mother's faint voice.

Aunt Yan insists on her duty as a doctor, following the Red Cross team and rushing around to treat the wounded.

Thinking back now, it might not have been a bad thing if he had left earlier. In the darkness, her breath was light and her voice was faint.

It's possible that such a big commotion is due to a plane crash nearby.

The night sky was illuminated by the flames, and thick smoke with a pungent odor rose into the air.

She suddenly understood what her mother had remembered.

As soon as Xue Jinming and Nian Qing walked out of the door, before they could see clearly the crashed plane, they heard the cheers from the servants who were watching in front. The guards rushed towards them, their excited faces illuminated by the flames, shouting loudly: "Sir, it's a Japanese plane! We shot down a Japanese plane!"

The commotion outside didn't gradually calm down until four o'clock in the morning.

If he were still alive today, can you imagine? Such a person, having to watch the Japanese invade Beijing, massacre Nanjing, bloodbath Shanghai, seize Wuhan; having to flee with his wife and children all the way to Chongqing, watching the Japanese rampage everywhere; with planes hovering overhead, but having to hide in a dark basement waiting for the bombing to pass... She suddenly laughed, her laughter piercing his heart. "No, that's too cruel, that's the biggest blow to a general." Such a person, having to watch the Japanese invade Beijing, massacre Nanjing, bloodbath Shanghai, seize Wuhan; having to flee with his wife and children all the way to Chongqing, watching the Japanese rampage everywhere; with planes hovering overhead, but having to hide in a dark basement waiting for the bombing to pass... She suddenly laughed, her laughter piercing his heart. "No, that's too cruel, that's the biggest blow to a general."

He has many grand ideas about airplanes and soaring, and his greatest ally is Uncle Xue.